The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 392 The storm arises

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Su Xiyue leaned lazily against the ancient warm jade couch, reaching out to tease the little golden dragon Xuan Yuan Yao who had crawled to the edge of the couch. Her voice was playful: "It seems that my title as the Beast God's Envoy is quite well-known in the Upper Realm? This little princess of the Qilin Clan is really well-informed. We had just entered the Purple Crystal Palace when she arrived."

Xuan Yuanming looked helpless and said indifferently, "Don't bother with her. I'm not familiar with her. We've only met a few times. I don't even know if she's round or flat."

It wasn't that I was deliberately lying; I genuinely didn't remember.

He had never been interested in these powerful clans' females, so naturally he wouldn't bother to remember their faces.

These words successfully amused Su Xiyue, who was about to speak.

The female slave who had left not long ago rushed in again to report that Princess Qingwu, having heard that the Beast God's envoy had traveled a long way, had specially prepared the finest spiritual tea and snacks and insisted on personally delivering them to the envoy as a token of her appreciation.

Su Xiyue scoffed. It seemed this guy wouldn't give up until he saw her.

She wanted to see what this little princess of the Qilin clan was up to.

"Let her in."

Her gaze fell upon the female slave, her voice casual.

"Yue'er..."

Xuanyuan Ming frowned, about to say something, when she interrupted him, "Don't worry, I won't suffer any losses."

He gave her a deep look, a glint of light flashing in his dark golden eyes, and suddenly chuckled softly: "Since Yue'er wants to play, then let her play. Consider it a way to pass the time."

As he spoke, he released his hands from her slender waist, leaned lazily against the jade couch, and looked like he was waiting to see a good show.

Su Xiyue smiled and didn't say anything more.

Soon, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

A young girl in a turquoise dress walked gracefully into the Amethyst Palace, surrounded by several female slaves.

She was beautiful, had a noble air about her, and possessed an innate arrogance.

However, upon seeing Su Xiyue, a flash of jealousy and disdain quickly crossed her eyes, but she concealed it immediately.

"Qingwu greets Young Lord and the Beast God's Envoy."

She bowed gracefully, her voice clear and melodious.

He glanced at Su Xiyue out of the corner of his eye.

She looks completely ordinary, except for being a little pretty. I don't know why someone like that was chosen as the Beast God's Messenger.

They even went so far as to overturn the spring festival traditions that had been passed down for millions of years.

Su Xiyue keenly caught the jealousy in Qingwu's eyes, and smiled slightly: "Little princess, you're really well-informed. I just sat down to have a sip of tea and you've already arrived."

Qingwu's expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly put on a sweet smile again: "You flatter me, Envoy. I have heard that a Beast God Envoy has appeared in the Lower Realm, and I have always admired him. I happened to be visiting friends in the Dragon Clan today, and when I heard that the Envoy had arrived, I came to pay my respects."

She had already found out that Shaojun would be returning in the next few days, so she specially chose this time to come.

I never expected that she would actually touch me.

However, after hearing from her close friend in the dragon clan that the Amethyst Palace had been given to this female from the lower realm, she felt resentful again.

What is the Amethyst Palace?
That was the residence of the principal wives of the young lords of the Dragon Clan throughout history, representing supreme nobility and glory.

What merit or ability does this lower realm female possess to be allowed to reside in the Amethyst Palace?
She was the little princess of the Qilin clan, of noble status. Wasn't she more qualified than this female from the lower realm?

As for Xuanyuan Ming already having two children, what does that matter?
She didn't mind being a stepmother.

Once she becomes the mistress of the Amethyst Palace, she can just leave those two wretched children to fend for themselves in some corner.

Qingwu concealed her thoughts and gestured to the female servant behind her to bring out the brocade box: "This is Cloud Mist Spirit Tea, a specialty of the Qilin Clan, which is very beneficial to the body."

Before he could finish speaking, the little golden dragon Xuanyuan Yao suddenly jumped off the jade couch and swept the brocade box over with his tail.

The tea canister shattered on the ground with a "crash," scattering bright green tea leaves all over the floor.

"Yao'er".

Su Xiyue pretended to scold him, but she wasn't really angry. Instead, there was a hint of a smile in her eyes.

This little guy certainly knows how to stand up for her.

Qingwu's face instantly turned ugly. The carefully prepared gift had been overturned on the ground, which was like a slap in the face to her.

Unfortunately, it was the young lord of the dragon clan who spilled her gift, so she couldn't even say a harsh word to him.

He couldn't help but feel even more jealous and resentful towards Su Xiyue.

It was all because of this lower-level female that she suffered this humiliation.

She forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying. "Young Master is so lively."

He practically ground his teeth to powder; what a load of nonsense! He's utterly annoying.

Soon, female slaves came up and cleaned it up, then quickly retreated.

Xuanyuan Ming glanced at the female slave who hurriedly retreated and casually flicked his sleeves: "The brat is naughty, little princess, please forgive him."

Qingwu took a deep breath and suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that the envoy abolished the tradition of human sacrifice? There is a lot of discussion about this among the various tribes."

Su Xiyue stroked the little golden dragon that had wrapped around her wrist: "Oh? What did they talk about?"

Qingwu was secretly delighted; they had finally gotten to the point.

She pursed her lips, feigning reluctance. "Well... some of the comments might not be pleasant to hear. Is the envoy sure he wants to hear them?"

She smiled faintly, "Princess, please speak freely."

Qingwu pretended to hesitate for a moment before speaking: "Everyone says that your abolition of human sacrifice is disrespectful to the Beast God. Some people also say that you are taking advantage of your status as the Beast God's envoy to trample on the traditions of various races. You are really ignorant of your own limitations. The Phoenix Clan is the one that is making the most trouble."

As she spoke, she secretly observed Su Xiyue's reaction. Seeing that Su Xiyue's expression remained unchanged, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

They're really good at keeping their cool. Let's see how long they can keep up this act. Hearing that the Phoenix Clan was making the biggest fuss, Su Xiyue's eyes flickered slightly. "Oh? The Phoenix Clan?"

Seeing that she had taken the bait, Qingwu immediately added fuel to the fire: "That's right, the elders of the Phoenix Clan were so angry that they smashed their teacups, saying that those from the lower realms..."

She suddenly covered her mouth, glancing at Xuan Yuanming as if she had spoken out of turn, "Anyway, the rumors are really awful."

"Click."

The jade cup in Xuanyuan Ming's hand shattered instantly, and his dark golden eyes narrowed dangerously.

Phoenix Clan?

Those old fogies dare to gossip about Yue'er behind her back?

He turned to look at Su Xiyue, only to see a strange smile on her lips.

It suddenly became clear.

That show-off Feng Su has already brought Ye Ling and the others back to the Phoenix Clan as guests.

If anyone dared to criticize Yue'er, those six men would have already torn the roof off their house.

Qingwu continued rambling, "If you ask me, the envoy should take advantage of the ancestral worship ceremony to publicly apologize to the Beast God, which would appease the various tribes."

"boom--"

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted Qingwu's words.

Xuanyuan Ming slammed his hand down on the jade table beside him, his face ashen. "If Princess Qingwu has nothing better to do, she should go back to her Qilin clan. My Dragon Clan's Purple Crystal Palace is not a place for you to sow discord."

Qingwu was so frightened that her face turned pale. She took a few steps back and looked at Xuanyuan Ming in disbelief.

She never expected that Xuanyuan Ming would be so protective of this female from the lower realm.

Qingwu's face turned pale: "Young Master, I... I was just relaying what you said."

"Get out."

Xuanyuan Ming flicked a golden light from his fingertip, and Qingwu was sent flying backwards out of the palace gate, her emerald skirt tracing a pathetic arc in the air.

"If you dare to step into the Amethyst Palace again, I will chop off your Qilin hoof."

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from outside the hall, along with the screams of the female slaves.

What followed was a series of wails and frantic scrambling.

Su Xiyue burst out laughing and poked the man's tense, handsome face: "So fierce? She's the little princess of the Qilin clan, after all."

"She asked for it."

Xuanyuan Ming flicked his sleeves in disgust, his expression still cold.

……

Phoenix Clan, Qifeng Valley, the newly built Wutong Hall, the side study.

Feng Su sat lazily in the chair, his peach blossom eyes darting around, his posture charming and amorous.

He tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, listening to the guards report on the recent movements of the various tribes in the upper realm.

"Did Princess Qingwu of the Qilin Clan go to the Dragon Clan today?"

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, "This woman certainly knows how to pick her time."

The guard bowed his head and respectfully reported, "It is said that she specially brought spiritual tea to 'comfort' the young lord's wife, but the little golden dragon Xuan Yuan Yao knocked over the tea canister and said some nonsense, which caused the young lord to throw her out of the Purple Crystal Palace on the spot."

"puff…"

Feng Su spat out a mouthful of tea, laughing heartily: "Hehe... No wonder you're my cousin's son, well done."

Ye Ling was grooming Silver Blade when she heard this and looked up: "Is there trouble with the Dragon Clan?"

"trouble?"

Feng Su scoffed, "With Yue'er carrying two dragon cubs and her cousin protecting her, the ones who should be worried are those blind old fogies."

Bai Qi put down his teacup and smiled gently: "Princess Qingwu's actions have given us a reminder."

Everyone looked at him, and he continued, "We need to pay close attention to the discussions and attitudes of various tribes towards Yue'er. In particular, we must take precautions against those with ill intentions."

Mo Lin nodded, "Abolishing human sacrifice is not something that can be done overnight, so it's normal to have all sorts of opinions."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Clan leader, it's not good."

A phoenix guard rushed in and knelt respectfully. "The high priest, along with several elders, is kneeling in the forbidden area behind the mountain, saying... saying they want to ask the ancestral phoenix to appear and decide to abolish the practice of human sacrifice."

Feng Su's smile instantly turned cold. "Those old fogies, as expected, couldn't help but jump out after all."

He sneered, a cold glint flashing in his peach blossom eyes, "This clan leader would like to see who dares to touch the Ancestral Phoenix Seal."

The guard lowered his head even further and continued, "The priest said... that abolishing human sacrifice would bring about the extermination of the clan. Unless the ancestral phoenix appears and grants his permission, they will kneel and die on the back mountain."

"Ah…"

Bai Qi suddenly chuckled, but his laugh was cold: "The Phoenix Clan priests certainly know how to pick their timing. Feng Su, you just brought us back to the clan, and they've already caused this commotion. It's clear they're trying to intimidate us."

Qingzhu's emerald green eyes swept over the newly planted peach grove outside the window, her tone cold and indifferent: "Fools, the Ancestral Phoenix has been sleeping for ten thousand years. How can they be disturbed as they please?"

Xuanming was furious. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, yelling, "Why waste words with these old bastards? I'm going to the back mountain right now and pluck all their hair out!"

"stop."

Ye Ling quickly grabbed him, frowning, "The Phoenix Clan's internal affairs are none of your business."

This brute, can't he think before he speaks?

Calling someone a slut in front of a show-off is like insulting him along with the person in the insult.